All Chapters of UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The ink was barely dry on the contract when he stepped into the room. Tall, silent and dangerous. The bodyguard she’d only seen in the background before today was suddenly standing before her like the second clause of her fate.Clause Seven: The bride agrees to a private assessment to ensure her full cooperation within the marriage.It had sounded clinical on paper. Legal. Hollow.But nothing about the way he looked at her now felt hollow.“You requested this,” he said, voice deep and low, almost unreadable. “You want to prove you’re ready. Voluntarily.”She nodded, slowly. Her pulse betrayed her—throbbing in her throat, her chest, her wrists where her hands fidgeted in her lap.“You can still say no.” His gaze was steady, locked on her eyes. “But if you don’t... I won’t go easy.”That warning made her spine straighten—and her breath hitch. She wasn’t sure if it was fear. Or something more dangerous.She stood up, tugging the silk robe tighter across her body. It was too thin. Too rev

EMBER'S POVI didn’t sleep the night he saved me.Not because I was afraid—but because I wasn’t. That terrified me more than the glowing eyes in the woods, more than the blood-matted fur and growls that echoed through the trees. I should’ve run from him. I should’ve feared the Alpha who’d torn through that pack like fire on dry grass. But I didn’t.Even now, lying beneath a thin blanket on the floor of his cabin, I can still feel the weight of his gaze from across the room. That night plays over and over again in my mind like a fever dream. The moment he stepped between me and those wolves, his voice—a snarl of command—sent shivers down my spine.He didn't just fight them off. He claimed the moment, like he’d claimed something in me.It wasn’t just the heat of battle that had my blood racing—it was him. The way he towered, the way his scent clung to the air, wild and cedar-sharp. The way his hand lingered on my waist just a little too long when he checked me for injuries. As if he was

The air shimmered with heat, power, and unspoken hunger. The elite gathered not just for pleasure, but to seal alliances, test dominance, and claim what the Moon allowed. Every full moon, the supernatural elite gathered under crimson skies to surrender to their darkest urges. It was ancient. Sacred. And she had never meant to be part of it. Not until tonight. Lyra stood barefoot on the cold marble of the Moon Court nestled deep within the forest, it rose like a forgotten altar. Her heart pounded harder than the drumbeats behind played loudly. The silver silk robe they’d given her barely clung to her trembling frame. Around her, masked strangers in velvet and shadow watched in silence, as if waiting for her to shatter. Marked as the Chosen Offering? How had it come to this? The sigil still burned faintly on her wrist, a reminder of the ritual that had claimed her. She was meant to be a sacrifice. A fantasy. A plaything. But all she could feel was rebellion rising in her chest—unti

I stood in front of his office door long after the halls had emptied, clutching the edge of my notebook so tightly the spiral wire bit into my palm.This was stupid. Desperate. But I’d already tried everything else—extra credit assignments, study groups, all-nighters. Nothing had pushed my grade past that brutal 68%. And if I failed, I’d lose my scholarship.I knocked softly.“Come in,” came that deep, clipped voice I knew all too well.I stepped inside. The lights were dimmer than usual, a desk lamp casting amber across the room. He was seated behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened. Papers were scattered before him like a battlefield.Professor Hale looked up, his gaze landing on me with quiet, sharp interest.“Miss Nora.”“I…” I hesitated, then closed the door behind me. My heart was pounding. “I wanted to talk about my grade.”He raised a brow. “At 5:45 p.m. on a Friday?”I nodded. “I didn’t know who else to come to.”There was a pause, then he leaned back in h

ELENA’S POVI almost missed it.The elevator was closing when I slipped in—heels clicking against the floor, heart racing from the dash. I barely caught my breath before realizing I wasn’t alone.He stood at the far corner. Dark suit. Loosened tie. Clean jawline. The kind of face you don’t just glance at, you feel it.Our eyes met. God, those eyes. Like whiskey and midnight, deep enough to drown in. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even nod. Just held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary.I looked away first. Embarrassed by the heat blooming under my skin. What was that? I pressed my back against the cool wall, hoping the air conditioning would do its job. But it didn’t.We dropped a floor. Then another. Then nothing. The elevator stopped with a soft jolt. The lights flickered once, then settled into an awkward hum. I blinked and turned toward the buttons. I Pressed one but nothing happened“What just happened?” I asked, voice too small.He leaned forward, pressed another button. No res